I want to be dirty. And feel wet and soapy. And dig my fingers into the soil of the earth. I want to smile at sin. I want sand in my socks and I want to be different. I want to dance on table tops. and curse like a sailor. I want to scream at the top of my lungs until they collapse so everyone can hear me. I want to sing as if no one were in the
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